They hadn’t simply reproduced my signature.
They appeared to have transformed a genuine, restricted authorization into the basis of another fraudulent transaction.
Unless we challenged it through proper legal channels, I risked losing the last property still registered in my name.
Part 3
Sleep eluded me that night.
I remained at Opal’s kitchen table, studying the deed while my untouched coffee gradually cooled.
Around two in the morning, Opal appeared.
“Are you going to take the money?”
I shook my head.
“No. But I’m not going to let them do whatever they want while I wait for someone to defend me.”
I wrote three questions on a blank sheet: Who had used the authorization? Which transaction had it enabled? And why did this deed reference the same number as my earlier limited document?
At sunrise, I telephoned Helen.
She instructed me to reject Monica’s proposed agreement and send photographs of every page she’d left.
